His Sister's Babysitter (✓)

Chapter 6: How Well Do You Know Me?

I showed up at Cohen's house at 4pm sharp as usual, but the door opened before I could press on the doorbell.

Cohen stood by the door with his eyebrows knitted together, "Are we good?"

He sounded as if I could only get into his house if I said we're totally good. So I crossed my arms and asked, "If I say no, does that mean I can go home now?"

He seemed to get what I meant, he took a step back and let me enter the house, then he shut the door after I came in.

"Where's Amy?" My eyes searched around but couldn't even find a shadow of hers.

"In her room, sleeping." Cohen pointed upstairs, "She said she's tired, and fell asleep in the car."

Cohen sat down on the sofa and so did I.

Sweet lord how I missed the sofa so much even though the last time I sat on it was only last night.

I'm so glad I'm back to your arms now, sofa...

When I was enjoying my reunion with the sofa, Cohen started talking again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."

Why was he apologizing again? I thought he did that at school? Was he seriously thinking that I'd still upset about what happened in the lab?

"But you did." I sounded emotionless trying to see what's he was thinking.

Cohen was scratching the back of his neck, "So you're still pissed."

God, he really thought that I was still mad for what happened earlier.

I cleared my throat, looked at him with the most serious face that I managed to make, and spoke with the calmest voice of mine, "Cohen, how well do you know me?"

He sat up straight and pondered awhile before answering me. "What if I say very well?"

I doubted that. Very much.

However, to my thorough surprise, he thought he knew me very well.

Apart from the fact that we never spoken at school, for more than two years, we've seen each other almost everyday, including weekends and holidays, so I'd say that I knew him well enough if anyone asked me, but for him to say that he knew me well too, that's unexpected.

"Then you should know I wasn't mad at you anymore."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, carefully observing my reactions, apparently not buying my words.

I slightly rolled my eyes at him, "Really. I stopped being pissed at you even before the Chemistry period was over."

That's true. I was only mad at him for about five minutes. I mean, how could anyone be mad at that beautiful face for longer than five minutes?

His eyes brightened a lot more after hearing what I said, even let out the sigh of relieve, "God, do you know how much I love you on that?"

"On what exactly?" I said as I got out of the sofa, headed to the kitchen and took two sodas from the fridge.

I passed Cohen one when I was back to the sofa's embrace while he said, "Can't able to be mad at anyone for a long time."

"I am starting to think that is actually a bad thing." I turned on the TV, trying to search for some movies to watch.

I thought that's actually one of my weaknesses, people who knew me would hold that as their advantages to make me mad, because I've never been mad at anyone for more than 12 hours.

Life was short, we only had 24 hours a day, you shouldn't be mad at everything when you could choose to be happy.

"Not bad at all." He grabbed the remote control from me because I stopped flipping the channels when I saw Animal Planet was broadcasting some documentary about wolves.